POEM: INNOCENCE  By Ozichukwu Chukwu

It’s never blind or asleep

A conscious trust of conscience

Sparkling and enthusiastic

Made scapegoat in the wild

Bears the brunt of the vile and vain

Innocence, fear entangles,

Innocence, redeems.

 

Childhood innocence,

Indifferent to difference,

Immune to deceit and ego; spotless, pure and priceless.

Even in the wild, knew no danger

In and out, at peace with ease

Wonderous spirit, full and free.

 

Innocence is of the child, memorable infancy,

Joy of parenthood, apple of the eyes of ages,

Filled with love, sparking passion, endemic trust

Giving meaning to life, telling it as is.

Incorruptible, irreducible,

Whose incarnation is its own recreation.

Neither retreats nor surrenders.

 

Like childhood dreams, mentors spindle

Love of the child, is its own riddle, its strength

Root race, spine of destiny, enduring nature

The seed germinates a tribe of warriors and Martyrs,

To protect, project, prosper and preserve the things they ought

A wholesome environment sustains,

The crownless Royalty.

 

Innocence, pure and perfect

Flows and renews, values retains

Brightens and emboldens through base to roof.

All it crosses, society bears, the guilty at alarm.

They fear and admire

Possesses no sorrow or horror

In innocence, the innocent transforms,

A vain world, full of pain, regains.